After chopping down the third willow tree, Han Qiwu was lucky enough to obtain a Mist Fruit.
"Little Spark, if you can bring back twenty caterpillars, this fruit will be yours!"
"Whoosh!"
Little Spark shot off like a gust of wind, heading straight for the nearby Mist Worms.
In its eyes, these Mist Worms were no longer just ordinary Mist Worms.
To Little Spark, they were moving Mist Fruits!
"Swish, swish, swish!"
"Crackle, crackle, crackle!"
Perhaps having sensed the danger from Little Spark, the surrounding Mist Worms began burrowing into the grass and soil as soon as they saw it approaching.
Watching more and more "Mist Fruits" escape its reach, Little Spark became infuriated.
Han Qiwu glanced over at Little Spark's situation and thought to himself that this was a great opportunity to train it.
